The Cellar Door

CraZy Times...

Fri, 18 May 2007 03:38:04 GMT

It honesly just dawned on me about two minuites ago that I am going to England in three days. Also, it is my birthday in two days...and that I actually mihgt have to become an adult when I return.

Creepy....

And I'm a little freaked out. In a good "oh my god I have my whole life ahead of me" kinda way.
I can do whatever the hell I want!

Woot.

In the meantime everything is changing. People are getting married, my parents, who have lived in the same house for longer than my existance, are moving to a house I hate in Burlington...(ew.)

All things concidered it's crazy, but in a really great way.

I honestly don't know where I was going with this post...

Okay, I hurt my back and I am on those crazy painkillers I was on in Our Town...so really the fact that I can write a sentence is nothing short of a small miracle.

Anywho, woot to birthdays!

Dead beats, and dead dates...

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 04:16:01 GMT

So, I have decided after my week, I should really start documenting my life - because it's really just that wierd. The crap that goes on in my life just doesn't happen to normal people. And to be honest, for the most part, it's hilarious. Some big producer one day will ask if he can make a sitcom of my life...and people will watch it...why? Because no one's life is this fucked up.

Chapter One: Possibly the most bizzare date of my life thus far.

So my best friend wanted to set me up with a "friend of a friend." First of all, set ups and/or blind dates are 90% of the time a bad idea. As much as your friends say they know you, they never know you that well.   So the Set-up is Mel's boyfriend's friend, and since I trust thier judegment, I agreed, on two terms: 1. No blind dates - there is nothing more unnatural than meeting some random semi-stranger, and being forced to spend at least an hour with them before you can fake the "friend-needs-me" phone call. 2. Don't leave me alone with him, unless I give the signal. All terms agreed to, we set a time to meet for casual drinks with friends.

Before I get a head of myself, I did do two things to prepare myself. One: I googled him. Yes, a little wierd...but recently I found out that a) my ex boss did time for fraud; b) my ex boyfriend has a very creepy internet site with anime pictures...(oh god) and c) if he is possibly in the running to cure cancer - I'd like to know. Two: I looked at his pictures on facebook through other friends - oh what a great invention facebook is.

So in my Google search, I find out that he was recently interviwed for a newspaper profiling his rather unique career - more on that later. And Facebook pictures...well, most of them were of him wearing a hat, not smiling, and covering half of his face. So now I'm thinking, he's possibly balding (because of the hat), and as either a) so drunk he didn't realize his face was covered or b) just has bad luck with pictures. However the newspaper article brought some more light on the mysterious Set-up.

He is a funeral director.

Yes, this man chose to work with dead people, for a living (no pun intended). So thus begins the endless jokes - which I admit even I couldn't help but think of. "Knock 'em dead" "That's Killer" etc etc...(and please if you have more, by all means tell them to me;).

So, I go (trying to ignore the jokes raging in my mind) and meet up with friends for a drink. As I enterd the bar, I noticed, no hat, and not balding, and must have just taken some bad photos, because he doesn't appear to be an alcoholic. So two good things.

The four of us settle in and make polite conversation. And then two martini's down my wing man, gets a little tipsy, and starts saying random stuff, and kinda loud...that aside she ha now turned all her attention to our firend Andrew and kinda left me to fend for my self with the Set-up.

We had polite conversation. Although to begin with I wanted to avoid the job questions, i mean who wants to talk about funerals on a first date? I found out that his mom's name is Julie (wierd), he has by brother's name (even wierder), and he worked at the funeral home where my grandparents were looked after at the same time (verging on creepy). Then to top it off...his laugh. If that's even what it was. "Ha, Ha...Ha" Each and every time. The first two ha's are a slightly higher pitch than the last. Every time, the laugh is exactly the same. So now I'm thinking: I'm not funny...when I'm nervous all I have is funny and verbal vomiting, and since clearly I'm not funny to him...Oh...my...god.

Then it happend. The awkward pause. And not just one...two, then three...this was not looking good. I kept trying to join our conversation with my tipsy friend, but to no avail.

So I asked about the job. And I got a lot of really interesting and wierd answers. Some I really, really didn't want to know.

Other than that things went smoothly. I'm not totally wierded out by the guy, but then "sparks didn't fly" either. But we got up to leave when all of a sudden, both my wing man and the Set-up's wing man deserts us to use the facilities. Umm, excuse me, I didn't give the signal!! 4 minuites of awkward scilence later we stand to leave...and he's shorter than I thought...in fact in my heels I stand a good three inches taller than him. *sigh*

So we're standing outside the bar and we say out goodbyes, and he doesn't ask for my number, okay no worries...it was a little wierd anyway. So I take my now drunk friend to the car and we begin the drive home. She asks me, with slurred speech, how I thought it went etc when her phone rings. It's Andrew, the other wingman. After a minuite or so of conversation she hands the phone over to me, I expect to hear Andrew, but I hear the voice of the Set-up instead. Here is how the conversation went:

Me: Hello?
S: Hi it's me. So I thought that went pretty well.
M: Yeah I had a good time!
S: So, uh, do you wanna maybe meet up for a second date?
M: That would be nice.
S: Okay, well uh LJ has my numer and you can get it from her and...
M: Well wait, do you want me to call you? Or are you going to call me?
S: Ha, Ha...Ha. Okay I guess I could do that, so just send me your number.
M:Okay, will do. Take care have a good night.
S: Okay, bye.

What annoyed me was this: a) his friend had to call for him, b) he expected me to call him - okay a little traditional, but that's me. And c) the laugh. I went home where I met up with my brother and his friends where they mocked me for a good hour over beers.

About three days later I recieve a call from my Set-up. He's in the car, and it's difficult to hear him, but - hey at least he called. We make plans to meet up on Saturday - for something low key. And who knows...mabye this date can be brought back to life...(ha,ha...ha.)

One week down...

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 03:54:35 GMT

I'm going mad. I hate waiting. And it seems that is all I have been doing lately.

My auditions for CSSD were in NY NY two weeks ago, and they told me I would have an answer within 2-3 weeks. And so now I religiously check my email every minuite until 12 noon - when it is 6pm in England and they have gone home.

Last week CCC was running and so I really didn't have that much time to think about it, and I was working on my client stuff for trial with the lawyers I work for...but today....oh today.

I had time to myself in what seems a lifetime. So I had time to clean the appt, read...and think. And think I did.

I began with checking my email until noon. Nothing.

I made myself lunch and then did laundry. Cleaned....I do this when I am trying to distract myself - in Windsor my appt was emaculate...*clearly* I was trying to distract myself a lot.

I managed to resist the temptation to check my mail box until 2:30pm...I thought if by chance they were sending me an actual letter...but no.

Nothing.

The thing is I am dreaming about this now...it's litterally infecting my normally quiet sleep, and turning it into this long twisted saga in my mind.

Last night I dreamt that I was sent two postcards from CSSD and one said "We'd like to offer you a position in the classical acting shcool, signed: Martin" The other said "Nope. Your audition could have been stronger"

Anyway, I call my mother and ask her to buy me winter boots so my feet won't get cold in england.

We go out to celebrate and I'm telling people and no one really cares. Then I run into my ex, and he tells me that the school has moved to Dubi where he is now living. All of a sudden I am on a beach in Australia, and Martin is there explaining my acting technique when

jeeregshows up sipping a maitai and explaining to me what "real" acting is - before we are transported to Stratford where he is now playing Hamlet along with Michael Albert who it also playing hamlet in a sort of Hamlet duel.

I am then no longer watching but playing Ophelia, and just as I go to sing my way into madness jeereg returns as Dr. Frankenfurter from Rocky Horror, and Albert begins to sing time warp as the other guy...who I can't remember at the moment - and I still as Ophelia, begin to sing with them.

I then end up in a hotel room with a cow and Mike Rowe...the guy from dirty jobs, and he's doing a segment on "domesticated farm animals as pets"

And then I wake up, to a soliciter calling me and telling me that if I answer a few questions, I will recieve 2 boarding passes for a cruise to australia.

I hung up.

DISCLAIMER

Sat, 02 Dec 2006 01:59:47 GMT

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Strokes, laughs and party crashers...

Mon, 20 Nov 2006 05:42:20 GMT

Okay, so, it's been a busy week. And all in all I am still standing so I guess this is good. In a week that I saw IOBE three times, - each one better than the one before - and could not be more proud of all of you involved in the show - it was fantastic, and it truly showed...

I changed my hair...and I'm not even sure I like it...and I am not sure how to go about complaining about it to the girl...I tried to tell her *several* times while she was doing it that I didn't like the colour...alas...to no avail...so I think I'm going to go back and get it fixed.

My dad had a small stroke this week which threw my life in a whirlwind for a bit...I don't even have words to describe it...like you're numb, but can still feel. He's okay - and will have no damage - so he is on strict instructions to rest. After he was home and I got to speak with him I felt better, but I still feel numb to the world...and I'm not sure why, I just kinda feel lost or something...I dunno...I think it's just end of semester b.s.

And the party crasher - Ethel. She is the CraZy lady in my building who complains about everything. EVERYTHING. The "noise" complaint at the cast party was not noise but her hiding out in the garden and watching people come in. Fucking-old-wig wearing-nosy-bitter-old-hag! Everyone in the building just wants her to die - isn't that aweful? They actually talk about that at building meetings. - In any case I am sorry things happened the way they did - and I'm sorry the party sucked...but at least I offered...and next time we'll kill Ethel before hand. - though that might be hard b/c my "party room" privlages have been revoked lol - oops.

I have three jobs again...and seriously, I really really like this one. it's right up my ally, so to speak. So it pays well and hopefully things will comtinue that way.

ANyway I'm bloody exhausted and I still have pepers to finish and an anthro test tomorrow...Ciao - and sorry-thepartysucked- again.

Once...

Wed, 15 Nov 2006 03:41:19 GMT

I was once a writer. I used to write all the time. I was a published poet, and I even had a short story being edited by Kevin Meacon, a Canadian author who has actually gone somewhere with his writing. And somewhere along the line I lost my passion for it. I'm not sure when, why or how, but I did - and I have just discovered how much this truly upsets me. My writing was my release, my own expose on the world at large; when did I lose this passion, the driving desire to write no matter the time? I would sit for hours on end, writing about anything and everything, even before I had a computer I would write endlessly on anything I could find. I once wrote about writers block - and it was good - maybe the only piece of writing I actually liked.

My poetry I hated. I spewed each one off very quickly, usually because I had a deadline. But people loved them. They never rhymed - I hate poetry that rhymed. I hate it even now. The restrictions placed on an emotional piece is ridiculous. And I hate restrictions, both on paper and in life. I hate being told what I have to write about. I hate conforming to a time, a date a selected number of words. But most of all I hate what my writing becomes under these restrictions.

It becomes flat, lifeless, garbage. A bunch of bull shit on a blank piece of paper that any student could do. I hate structure. And above all I hate to see creativity drowned out by protocol.

I suppose I'm rambling a bit, as I often do; but I can. I'm back, doing what I once loved. And while it may take me a while to become reaqcuainted, I think I know how to get back on the proverbial bike, and keep going.

My writing is always emotional, sporatic at times, sarcastic in others; so I warn you dear reader, you are in for a trip. You may not agree, you may not like it, it may not even be written well, but it's mine - and yours to see.

I've Never Been More Happy About Someone Being Wrong.

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 15:52:38 GMT

They made a mistake. A big one, but a good mistake.
My dog does NOT have cancer. WHOOHOO!!
The vet called us and said she was very surprised, for after Kelsey's biopsy, she was convinced it was cancer because the tissue damage was so severe. What Kelsey does have is a very VERY severe infection. This was her official diagnosis:

EXTREMELY SEVERE SUPPURATIVE AND LYMPHOPLASMACYTIC / STOMATITIS.

Yeah, I'm not sure what it means either - but she's on some heavy antibiotics and pain killers. But the main thing is that she is going to be okay.

Thank you to all of you who sent your regards and good wishes. I cannot express my gratitude enough.

Cheers - J

Okay - where is it? The third thing

Wed, 25 Oct 2006 04:37:56 GMT

Okay so I have always been told that bad things come in threes. - And before I write any further - I should warn you all that I am very drunk and pissed off at the world so bare with me.

So two weeks ago I was robbed of almost $5000 out of my bank account - so the bastard who lives in Guelph - I will find you and hunt you down - you better not sleep because I will find you, cut out your tounge and feed it to a bunch of hungry cats while you watch in fear - I will become that girl from "Hard Candy" - I will castrate you and ... - did I mention I'm a little bitter?

So now, my dog is sick...and I don't mean she's got a cold...I mean "The vet thinks she has a rare form of aggressive bone cancer" sick. And all of you who don't have a dog or pet (and I don't mean a fish...they don't count...I ahve fish too and they don't count.) I know you don't understand - but it's heartbreaking. And I can't cope with it. I don't know how to look her in the eye and tell her I can't fix it, and tell her I can't make it better and tell her that the next time she goes to the vet - she won't come home.   I feel helpless...and angry - if god or whoever wants to give cancer to someone give it to me - cause I will fight - I deserve it...you SOB - kill me - I ahve never been so pissed off in all my life and had no one to yell at. I just want the world to stop while I figure out just how this happened. This innocent little animal - and how as she loved me unconditionally - this would happen. She is in pain - and she doesn't understand that she didn't do this - that this isn't her fault. How do I gain the strength to make the decision that should not be mine to make? Where is the mercy that she deserves? Why the fuck did this not happen to someone who could tell us something was wrong?

Kelsey has always had a very high tolerance for pain - and this time - it was a major problem. Though - we ahve been told that it would not have made a difference...but who knows right?? Our beautiful animals can't tell us when something is wrong...and I just...I don't sleep...I can't eat - And thanks again to Mikey for coming over and making me dinner and making me eat - and staying with me while I drank so as to not feel like an alchoholoic. -   I can't do a damn thing and I hate this feeling of being absolutly useless...and helpless....I just want ot wake up and have this all be a dream.   WHAT THE FUCK CAN I DO??

This is different from a human - in that case this decision is taken away from you - but in this case...what do you do? When she has moments where she acts just as she normally does and then these moments where you think she os just going to let go and go on to the big cloud in the sky. I got thinking about that movie - All Dogs Go To Heaven....they must.   I ahve never known something more innocent and pure than a pet...and if they don't go to heaven - what the hell kind of chance do the rest of us stand?

Inspired? Or Delfated?

Tue, 03 Oct 2006 21:55:11 GMT

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Have you ever had one of those days where you were just completely inspired? Where you feel as though you could take on the world? Nothing could stand in your way because you can do anything. Today, was not one of those days. In fact, yesterday wasn't either. Let me explain. I'm not a pessimistic person. Really, anyone who knows me describes me as "perky" and "irritatingly happy". However bad thing may be, or how dismal the situation, I could find something to be happy about.

This may all be because of the profession I have gone into: acting. You need a thick skin as an actor, and if you notice, a lot of actors were tormented by other kids in their youth. So I have this theory that we actors made our thick skin a long time ago, and therefore seek the attention we were deprived of as a child, in our adulthood. But I digress.

My point here is that well, I think I made a mistake. A 7 year long mistake. Don't get me wrong I love what I do...My problem is however, that I'm not really doing it anymore. Besides a rather short run of a community theatre production in the summer, the last year has brought me no roles to speak of. None, not even non-speaking roles. And something I just 'volunteered' for, I've been cut from before I even had a chance. Not that I know this as fact - but I overheard it. So, I unofficially know that I have been officially cut.

The worst part of this mistake is that it's worse than a divorce. Not that I've been through a divorce - though as anyone can tell you, some relationships that end are almost as bad if not worse - but I think this might be what one feels like. I loved this guy called Theatre. When we met I was very young, and he had lifetimes of experiences. But it didn't matter how much older he was than me. I was in love. Our relationship at the beginng was a little rough, but you always over look the bad stuff at first. People warned me: "It's going to be really tough", "You don't know what you are getting yourself into", "You're going to get your heart broken", "I was in love with Theatre too; get out while you can", but I ignored them all. My relationship was going to be different. Theatre and I would make it work. Sure it would be hard, but doesn't everything worth fighting for?

Theatre and I had a seven year affair before I was dumped by the "powers that be" into a heaping pile of 'talentless muck'. Or at least that's what I feel like. Useless. Overlooked and forgotten.

And here's the thing: I still have hope.

Like a scorned lover, I believe he will see the error in his ways and come back to me. Maybe if I change my hair, change my body, wear a cute little sexy number, he will remember everything we had, and everything we could have been together.

So, as this pile of muck works towards brining Theatre back to her, no matter how much he broke my heart, he is and always will be, my first love.

I had a life, I think I lost it - have you seen it?

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 19:14:34 GMT

So,
The Importance of Being Earnest opened last night to a decent house. I was nervous until I got onto the stage, and then - it was smooth sailing. I still feel out of place, a bit of a sham in this role. Being that I am actually plaing someone my own age (shocking) I feel as though I didn't put as mch work into her as I did - when in fact I did more. I have aso never played the romantic interest before - also really unnerving experience. However, the audiance loved us and we had some wonderful compliments, and with "jack" only missing a few lines - none that were notcieable - everything went smoothly.

This week also brought the opportunity to see The Glass Menagerie and Don Juan in Stratford. Both - might I say - I quite enjoyed.

I got a new job this week. I am the newest box office/slaes rep for Waterloo Entertainment. Woot. Only I was all prepared to quit Home Depot, and now I'm not sure...grrr...I don't want to work there but I have worked there for such a short amount of time....

Anyway - life is decent.

I really am Tim the Tool Man

Mon, 07 Aug 2006 03:02:44 GMT

Okay, maybe Timothya the tool maiden.

I went to work this morning at 7 am - a severly ungodly hour to be working with any heavy machines.

At 9 am ("rush hour" in tool rentals) I was moving a stump grinder out of the back of a van for a customer (for those not accostomed to a stump grinder - it's a rather large, 250lb machine) anyway, I was bringing it down the ramps and well, my hand was then crushed between the mashine and a cement post - which i have decided is a real problem.

I scared my customer and all of my other customers, and then was taken into the back room as to not distrub any other customers.

I had to call someone to come and get me b/c they wouldn't let me drive my car. My thumb was now twice it's size.

The hospital was a long process - get through triage and then to x-rays.

Only it didn't happen that way. I told the nurse i was feeling nauseous, but she said i couldn't even have any water b/c I was going for x-rays.

So i walk down to x rays and i black out and faint in the room. Hit my head and two men who didn't speak english were pulling me up when i came to. - unnerving.

Back down to triage, now on a stretcher. - my vitals are taken again, and my c-spine examined.

Now with a headache i go down to get my hand x-rayed. My hand is okay - "extensive soft tissue damage" is my offical diagosis. I can't move my thumb, and it can't write - typing is a challange as it is. But I should be back to normal "over time" I'm told.

Thus I am The tool man.

I need a new job.

Yes in am in a show - come see it.

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 05:46:05 GMT

Hello to all of my lj people...

I am in a show coming up in August and would love it if you would come.

I am playing Qwendolyn Fairfax in Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest.

The Show is @ The Registry Theatre on Fredrick Street in Kitchener.

The play opens August 16th @ 8pm and runs until close on the 19th.

All shows are at 8pm.

Tickets are...uhh not sure - but students get a discount.

If you would like to come and would like tickets let me know I can get them for you.

ON
      A
         SIDE
                   NOTE

I still miss ya'll and well, we need to get together more often. Got it?

Ciao mi amigos!

PIRATES

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 02:19:59 GMT

I deem friday to be POTC day.

I say everyone should go see it.

In fact - I would like to have a pre POTC thingy at my appt.

anyone in?

CHECK IT OUT!!!

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 02:26:37 GMT

I finally figured out how to put pictures into this thing.

Soooo exciting.

For me.

(God, I am lame....I blame none of you for never speaking to me ever again. I wouldn't speak to me.)

I'm Not Dead...

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 05:07:47 GMT

Alrighty.

Contrary to common belief - I am not dead. Nor am I missing. Though it be true - I have no life. Between work (part time and working 45 hours a week in a job I am not qualified for) and rehersals (oh yeah I'm in a play) I have no life. I rarely see the sun.

But more importantly - I never see my friends. I know they are out there, I read their posts on Livejournal and gmail (- which by the way if any of you have please change it to juliekern@hotmail.com - my gmail account sucks.) So please don't forget me. I am here. In KW. With no life. And, well...I miss you guys.

*tear*

So, somebody better be doing something soon so I can see all of ya!

As for an update...which would take way too long I will give the abreviated version. backwrds...

- The Devil Wears Prada
- Superman Returns
- East Indian Wedding
- Niagra (lots of wine drinking)
- Work
- Work - I get keys thrown at me by a customer. I get him thrown out of the store.
- Rehearsal
- Inconvieninet Truth - very good movie.
- Work - Guy #2 walks off the job
- Rehersal
- Work
- Rehersal
- Work - shirtless guy pokes my boss...I almost died laughing
- Work - Guy #1 gets fired and escorted out of the store.
- Work - leak in my kitchen...not good.
- Rehersal
- Work
- Rehersal....

And much of the same....

But it's not the same without you guys!!

I say we bring back the Friday movie night!!!

Pirates anyone??

Ciao.

Bragel...yes it's a word!

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 14:43:13 GMT

Hello all who actually read my posts.

So, currently my kitchen is being installed - and there is a lot of yelling going on. How fun for me.

But - it's hair makeover day - which can't really be more than a cut, b/c I am in a show and my director might kill me.

I'm going to cut my hair anyway.

Can anyone tell me how the hell I can post a picture on this thing?

I need a digital camera.

I just enrolled in my classes and as of now i am in : Stage Combat ~ Canadian Drama ~ Muscial Theatre ~ Anthropology 101 ~ Psychology: Death and Dying (how fun does that sound?) ~ and ...and that's it.

However, I realised yesterday I only need 5 credits to graduate! - gasp.

and I only need one lit - so now the question is wich one do I drop?

I will still be here next semester as I need to take 301 - which is only being offered in the winter.

With Andy teaching it. - interesting.

Okay - I'm done.

Simon Says...

Mon, 29 May 2006 05:06:55 GMT

Simon Says>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

GO SEE

BRICK

The Job Lottery

Thu, 25 May 2006 15:43:05 GMT

I have come to the conclusion that job hunting is more like the lottery. This of course could be my delirious mind working overtime with my fever now lasting two days, however, with the last phone call I just received, I think my theory may be correct.

As most of you know I had an interview with he Bank of Montreal regarding a teller position. This began with me filling out my availability - ie. I CANNOT work full time in the fall as I have school. So, the next morning I have a "phone screening interview" to determine whether I am sane enough to be considered for an in-person interview. Half an hour later - and because it was at 9am it felt a whole lot longer - the phone interviewer says that they *really* needed someone who could work full time in the fall.

It's like I had all the numbers for a winning ticket but one...12-35-16-1-34-62-and....Oh sorry! better luck next week.

So, in the meantime, I had two interviews with The Home Depot. This was more like the heart and stroke lottery. I had registered two months ago so I was eligible for the early bird prize. A phone interview for a job in the Paint and Decor department. I won that no worries. So, for the second round I had to bring in references, interview number 2 - went very well, it included some "role playing" which I mean, was *really* tough (haha) I won that one too - even slipped in a few jokes here and there. "we'll call you with your next interview"

Great, I've won the early bird, and the really early bird, I can't wait for round two - I want the gusto - I want the Porshe 911.

Yesterday BMO called me. I had won the "your ticket didn't win a prize" prize. "Hi, are you still interested in the job here at the bank?" - Yes - " Good, can you come in tomorrow at 3?" - Sure - "Good, and you are going back to school in the fall full time?" - yes, but I can keep part time hours (is there an echo in here?) "Good, okay see you tomorrow." - umm, do I need to bring anything? - "no." - okay, see you tomorrow, thank you.

Okay, so my ticket was still good after all.

The Home Depot just called. I didn't win the Porche 911, but I won the runner up prize. An interview for a position in the Tool Rental department. - great I won a buick.

Thank you all so much - I couldn't ask for more....

Sun, 21 May 2006 07:36:55 GMT

Well, My 23rd birthday officially ended 2 hours and 53 minutes ago. And I have to say it was a whirlwind of a day. Begininng with my friend and my girlfriends calling me drunk at 1:30am to sing me Happy Birthday, and proceeding to tell me how very drunk they were. Gotta love them. My brother awoke me at 9:30am - much to my dismay - but I have to give him credit as he actually remembered - and yes I realize I am *sure* my mother had something to do with that.

My computer held a few more surprises - 2 e-cards, and numerous MSN messages - Thank you to all of you!! A phone call from Vegas, another from Amy and Courtney, one from Mount Forest, and another from Toronto, completed the electronic side of my birthday.

My parents surprised me with a visit at 2pm - and brought with them, a sink for the second bathroom - yes soon you all will get to use the bathroom you are all entitled to use - and my mom's homemade banana bread...Oh heck yes! This was followed by the hanging of the clothes rod in my closet - this was followed my a pure moment of glee...and I may have squeaked just a little....Dinner at Del Dente's - Thank you to Amy and Court for introducing me to that place!! And then to the theatre for our last run of Death of a Salesman.

The show went well and I finally noticed a gift that mirandaejwarner had left me - so awesome! You have no idea! Thanks a thousand times!! And the show ended well with A surprise birthday gift from Amanda, Michelle, Nick, Johnny and Gibbs - again - thank you all.

And as if the night could not get any better - I walk out the door and there is jeereg, shingles, mikeylovesugar, Jon, Sarah, and Jess, and Brad, Andrea and Miranda were there also but in the green room. It was SO better than good to see everyone - I have missed you all so much - you have no idea. So we decide to meet up at the Spur for my birthday and Nick's last night...but first the dutiful cast must attend the cast party.

Oh god....

So, had we but known how long it would take for our producers to finally arrive, we would have gone right to the bar. I was big time disappointed with the huge delay - but was so overwhelmed when everyone waited for us at the bar. Seriously I was so annoyed it took so long - I wish we had been informed.

It was a short night - but one I will love remembering for a long time to come. It occurs to me while I am sitting here how happy I am that I had the courage to leave my old school and come here. Never have I had such wonderful friends. The things that you all did were so wonderful, and just absolutely made my night. This is the first birthday I spent actually "out" - and I am glad I did - and I could share it with such a wonderful group of people.

Though I could try - I cannot express to you in words how much I admire and love all of you - and again, thank you.

Where or Where have my Friends gone??

Wed, 17 May 2006 06:25:44 GMT

Alrighty - Where are you guys?? I know you're out there. What? You are too cool for us now since you've all been to Germany? Is that it? Well I will have you know I am 50% German, and well I've been there and besides the luxury of being in a beautiful country, the awesome food, the great hospitality, the people, beer....okay okay so yes coming back to the loo may not have been on your highest list of places to be, but come on!! We're all here and we have not recieved sufficient updates on the trip. And we miss you...I miss you all!

Okay. I've said my piece, I'm done now.

On to other things...

In case you haven't already heard - I'm in a play...I was suckered into a play...and oh boy. Our Director was fired a week before we opened - I know! I cannot believe it happened either. But C'est la vie - or so they say. THings had been going really poorly until tonight. There are still some major clashing of personalities, interests etc. but all in all it came together really quickly. So, I ask you all to come see it. I'm not in it much - don't worry. I think my complete stage time is 4mins 39 seconds. and I wear the most hideous dresses you'll ever see...and you have my permission to laugh freely.

SO >>>DEATH OF A SALESMAN>>> At the Theatre of the Arts, May 17-20, shows @ 8pm. Tickets $12 at the door, $10 in advance....and I don't know if there is a student rate...

There, I have done my part.

ciao - j

LORD OF THE RINGS & Things...

Sun, 07 May 2006 16:54:55 GMT

Okay - first- as of May 9th...
A big "Welkommen" back to all of my little temporarily "Deustchland" friends - now don't go thinking you're all better than us and shit....cause you all missed more than you will know! And you will never know...hahaha...

Okay you didn't misss anything really. Nothing blew up, no one joined the circus - especially after seeing Cirque Eloize - that would never happen - nothing invaded the minds of your fellow waterlooians...(at least not that I know of...I mean remember...)

I still sort-of work at Wonderland...and if I hear one more person tell me that " hey you know what?... you guys should call it "rip-off-land" ha ha ha" I may kill the next poor soul who comes accross my path. I think as of yesterday I have counted that clever little tid-bit 47 1/2 times...the half because some smart ass was about to say it before I gave him a look that either said "Fuck off I know" or "Keep talking and I'll gouge our your eyes" or "Please, I get paid less than it costs you to buy a drink here so don't you think I know that? Do you really think you are that funny and/or original? I mean come on - if you're going to be funny at least make my day a little more entertaining."....or perhaps a mix of all three.

I did however live through LORD OF THE RINGS...the extended version. As of last week the show has had another 1/2 hour taken off the running time...I however saw the longer version which included two rather painful songs that seriously I could have lived without. One came in the tavern where our young fearless hobbits come to know the rugged Striker. The "bar" song, lasted for 15 minuites...no lie...I mean yeah it was kinda fun the first time it ended....but...*ahem* it dragged a little. All and all, the show was just as it is advertised - a spectacle - and seriously lacks any acting talent with the exception of Micheal Therriau - who plays Gollum. Fan-fucking-tastic! I have long since been an admirer of Micheal's and every role he has he puts his heart and soul into. Brent Carver - sucks. Bottom line. Throughout the whole production he is seriously suffering from "I am Brent Carver syndrome" aka "I am god of the theatre syndrome" This was the first time I had witnessed a curtain call where the volume of the applause actually decreased as the "star" took to the stage. Overall the whole experience is one worth seeing. I am always an advacate to support Canadian theatre. However, I couldn't help feeling at a bit of a loss when I left the theatre.
*Something* was missing - but what I could not put my finger on it.

Any who- that's all for now...

Ciao!

Mon, 10 Apr 2006 05:26:05 GMT

Your Daddy Is Patrick Stewart

What You Call Him: Pa

Why You Love Him: He takes you to Disneyland

Who's Your Daddy?

You Are a Prophet Soul

You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone.
Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people.
Sometimes this faith can lead to disappoinment in the long run.
No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way.

You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle.
Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings.
A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning.
You are a great thinker and communicator, but not necessarily a doer.

Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

You Are Marge Simpson

You're a devoted family member who loves unconditionally.

Sometimes, though, you dream about living a wild secret life!

You will be remembered for: your good cooking and evading the police

Your life philosophy: "You should listen to your heart, and not the voices in your head."

The Simpsons Personality Test

You Should Drive a Jaguar XK 4.2

You don't care how you get there as long as you get there with class.
And having a little power doesn't hurt either!

What 2007 Car Should You Drive?

Keys...

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 04:49:37 GMT

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.

You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.

In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

The Time Has Come...

Thu, 23 Mar 2006 03:30:38 GMT

I'm not kidding...

for real...

it really happened...

seriously...

I didn't think it would *ever* happen...

I mean it had been *SO* long...

I was beginning to lose hope...

I was getting despereate...

*really* desperate...

but then...

a ray of light...

let's call it hope...

destiny....

I was so excited...

I had forgotten...

how great it is...

could it be?...

Could this really be happening to me?...

Yes...

Yes...

Yes...
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I have *FINALLY* moved into my new appt. @ 300 Keats Way, unit 501 Complete with furniture, and bed and office and relatively big TV.....THE *New* PALACE LIVES!!!

So...what did you think I was talking about?? ;)

Okay - This Means WAR!

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 07:07:36 GMT

Tony - you need to get on this...seriously IMPRINT sucks ass of epic proprtions

I give up!!

They are bastards!!

I HATE IMPRINT AND I HATE THE EDITOR - and when I say "hate"...I mean LOATHE!!!!!

Finally, finally everything was set. Those in arts and drama *can* write a review of the play, and so I was given a wonderful preview performance of OCG last Saturday. I was so beyond impressed. The story captivated me, and yes while I might be just a *touch* biased - I wrote a wicked-awesome review.

I wrote it early as to be sure to get it into the paper.

I called them before I sent the thing to make sure they remembered it was coming.

I called them again to make sure there was a picture to go with said article.

I also attached a friendly email to the file of the review stating that if there were any questions, or problems to then email OR call me, and left my contact info.

I heard nothing, assuming everything was going according to plan.

As, many of you wonderful OCG people might notice, there is no review in the paper this week.

None.

Zip, Nil, Nadda, Nein, zilch, buggar-all.

Am I pissed?? Don't *even* get me started.

Tony - I elect you to once again rise to the challenge to set that shit excuse of a school paper they call IMPRINT - seriously, we have a show going on in the school and they put a book review in instead?? I am all for reading but - COME ON!!

I - Idiotic
M - Massive failure
P - Pointless
R - r-e-s-p-e-c-t ?? - not here...
I - Ingrates
N - Nimwits!
T - Terrible

So, I put here the article that people will never see...I hope you like it - I really did love the show, and you should all be proud of the work you have done.

Sticks and stones may break their bones, but words would set them free. They came with nothing and were given nothing; the first inhabitants of Australia’s penal colony were convicts, deprived of their honour and freedom. Historical fact intertwined with fiction, Timberlake Wertenbaker’s Our Country’s Good comes to life on UW’s Theatre of the Arts stage.

I had the opportunity to see a preview of the show which opens March 15^that the T of A in the Modern Languages building. The organic set established the stage, completed with stones and skids, which transform into everything from a stage to the bars of a cell. As an audience member, I was transported into the lives of officers and convicts, and the only escape they felt was though the words of The Recruiting Officer, a play which they are to perform under the direction of a British officer.

Director Andy Houston felt it was essential to “…let the actors play with the materials,” they were given. He found his inspiration while directing to “Explore creating the play as a site…of colonization.” The well-cast ensemble transform from the modern convict into the convicts of the past. While never leaving the stage, the actors give off a sentiment of isolation. Houston approached this play as “a piece about creating theatre…a play about asking questions.” Beautifully directed, breathtaking scenes complete with music from a live cello, masterfully created the ambiance of each scene.

The stage was commanded by the actors as the audience follows the intricate plot lines between characters. Pride and lust seep into the play as we watch an officer fall for a young convict, and in vain watch another man die in the arms of his lover. The actions and descriptions on stage are paralleled by the fluid movements of two aboriginals, who are observers of the foreign people who have invaded their territory.

“There was a moment in this process while we were rehearsing when suddenly we went from rehearsing verbatim into this piece of theatre,” remarked Greg Carere on his experience, “…we turned the page and it turned into what I think is an amazing production.” As a spectator I was pulled into a different era and became enveloped by the characters. I laughed in their triumphs and sank in their sorrows. I felt as though a small part of me was on the island with them, and I left the theatre with a better understanding of the burdens members of the first British colony carried. Raw and honest, the ensemble of Our Country’s Good gives an extraordinary performance the cast and crew should be proud of.

Our Country’s Good opens March 15^th and runs through March 18^th all performances begin at eight o’clock. For more information call the Box Office at 519-888-4908 or www.drama.uwaterloo.ca.

There it is...I hope you approve....

DOWN WITH IMPRINT!!!

~ Julie